01 November 2006

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I dressed up as the pope for Halloween, and I had the largest hat possible. No kidding, it was like three feet tall. I am awesome. Being the pope requires a certain amount of gravitas, which I lack completely. Therefore my rendition of the pope becomes a cross between his holiness and a truck driver. Classy, to be sure.

His holiness. He dances so elegantly.

(Big props to DC Katastrophe, my partner in so many crimes against religion and humanity for letting me steal from her flikr. Also props to my buddy for dressing in an 8 year-old's superman costume. Intensely creepy, yet hilarious.)

Walking around DC dressed as the pope seriously brings a share of attention unwarranted by my actual costume. It was a tablecloth with paint on it and a huge hat. I was with a congressional page, superman in a very tight outfit, K-fed and Dead Audrey Hepburn. All of their costumes were much more arresting. However, everyone wants to get down on their knees in front of the pope and get blessed. That's what the kids are calling it these days.

It's why I like dressing up as the pope (it's my second offense... the first was in Japan where the most of the Japanese thought I was dressed as Santa Claus- explaining why they lost the war). Everyone from bartenders to taxi drivers to old ladies gives you a second glance. The weirdest of all: on the train ride home, four strapping young lads from Catholic University knelt on the platform reciting the prayer for forgiveness used in confession, in Latin. Uhh, I think that is going to require some major hail marys boys.

Halloween rocks.


Ar-Jew-Tino said...

I completely forgot about the Catholic boys on the Metro. You gentiles scare me.

Coach said...

"strapping young lads from catholic university."


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